And I'm watching every move she makes

Welcome, me, to the third trimester.  I feel like I've been pregnant forever.  I just want a glass of wine.  I always want Ry to order some so I can have a few sips but he never does.  Cause he likes beer.  And I don't.  So, that makes me sad.  I need to go someplace with people who like wine who will let me lick the bottom of their glass, just for a taste.  Man, that makes me sound desparate.  I'm not.  Honest.  I just would like a little.  And I like the idea of licking the bottom of another person's wine glass.  Sexy. 

I hope you realize that was an attempt at making a joke.  A poor attempt.  Yet, my poor attempt. 

Something that has been bothering me a bit lately.  I've been reading a lot of "crunchy" mom sites.  Basically, from what I can gather is, that this meas you are an "all natural, medicine avoiding going back to the earth" kind of hippie lady and you are taking your family with  you.  The reason I'm reading these blogs is basically because it seems to be the best place to find good support for VBAC births and birth stories, as well as unmedicated birth stories, both of which I am considering for Seiry's birth.  My last pregnancy reading any birth stories at all made me terrified.  I felt that it would be much better if I just let the hospital and my doctor do what I was paying them through the nose to do and had a lot of faith in the system. 

Now, don't get me wrong, they saved Asher's life and probably mine, too.  But...I feel that this time can be different and maybe if I do it differently we won't end up in a similar situation.  I don't want to have a major surgery (C-section) as I've mentioned before.  I want to try to do this the "old fashioned" way. 

Anyway, I deviate.  This was about what ticks me off about crunchy moms, not about my birth desires.  Basically, most of these women (at least the ones who blog) are stay at home moms.  And I read over and over again the same basic feeling: if you are a mom who goes back to work, you love your child less then a crunchy mom who sacrifices a career, a life and showering on a regular basis.  Sometimes they don't come out and say it directly, and sometimes they do.  It drives me crazy.  Just because I NEED to make money, I have to go to work.  Do you think I don't want to spend the time with my child? I like to be able to support my family (insert feed and clothe) and live where I live (in my nice middle class house) and send my child to Montessori.  And you know what?  I like that I get to go to work. I get satisfaction out of my job and out of my home life.

So, basically, fuck you, self rightous jerk face crunchy mothers.  You have no right to judge me.  Also, please wear some fuckin deodorant when you leave the house.  It's (probably) not going to give you breast cancer.